, 1887-11-29

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Fhcct o writin' paper
Writing paper, grs;ndpap?' said littlo
Pcleg, looking up III surprise. VIZ,
Injins didn't have writing paper as long
ago as that"
''Peleg," replied the Old Settler, SOL
EMMY, who's the oldest, you or yer
gran'pap2"
"Why, you are, grandpap."
Then who orter know best whuther
Injlrs had writin' paper or NOT the time
my story. happened? I'm old enough,
hnin't l, to member back fur enough
fer that?''
Il guess 50, graudpap. Bill Simmons
says th't if he could remember back rs
far as you can he'd think A[ethuseler
was n kid 'longside of him."
He would, hay? Bill Simmons Is a
bright boy. He knows a heap. He
knows so much, b'gosht' mighty! th't
mebby he knows this story, an so We
better go over al let Bill Simmons tell
it to YET
1t took a good deal Of coaxing and a
great many rash promises on the part Of
Peleg before the Old Settler was placated
so that he would go on with his story,
but he finally resumed his narrative us if
nothing had happened.
carter indin' the sheet o. writin' pa
FER, ," he said, ''the Injin prince writ the
follerin' letter to Chink-a-pin, az nigh ez
| kin call it off:
DEAR CHISKA: l take my pen in hand to in-
form you that 1 am well, an hope these few lines
will find you iniyin' the same blessin'. but | am
IN u very oncomfertin' fix, which, il | don't git
ont of it, III be a dead InJin soon. / am on the
top o Squawkee Hill. II I'd tell that tn some
folks they'd call me n liar, an then th'd be a
fight, but you know me. Petey, an th't | hain't
no kind of q wild roamin' son o. the wildprucat
fer pervaricatin'. Itell ye I'm high an dry on
oil Squawkee, an unless sumpin' turns up 20 ges
nus on, I'll be chGsin' the boundin' deer an the
ranipaSin' bar in the happy huutin' groun's
fore half n moon kin roll around. Mebby YOU
kin think up some way o. nshin' me down. Nc
more at present. The 'skecters is bad. Love to
MI, an keep a big hunk fer yerself.
"Iour'n, thirsty an hungry. GoaoLY.
~Arter writin' that, the Iniin prince
waited till the eagles had gone to roost
III the top of the Of pine tree, an wen
it got dark he elm up the tree an tied
the letter to the he eagle's leg. Then he
slid down, n in a few minutes were
snorin' like a tired out houn'.
THE sudden gon' away an the not
comm back o the young prince made
a heap o excitement 'mongst the Injins.
The king durn nigh went crazy, an at last
on the third day of his sons absence, he
sent out word th't whoever recovered
Prince Gungle-jib-goggle-eye could have
anything the king had to grant. As most
everybody wanted sumpin' they didn't
have, the hull tribe went to lookin' fer
the prince. Chink-a-pin were consid'a able
shook up by the disappearance of the
prince, but she sot her eagle trap all the
same v'ry day, but didn't ketch nothin'
till the fourth day an then she foun' a
slammin' big eagle fast by one foot in
the trap. She were jist about to send an
arrer through it wen she see sumpin'
hangin' to its leg, m she made up her
mind she'd investigate a leetle fore she
killed the big bird. She lassoed the eagle
an bound it down, an then got the piece
o paper that was hangin' to its leg. Tha,
papesvere Goggly's letter. Sure enough.
the eagle had happened to get in Chink-a-
pins trap. The Injin gal give a little yell
W EN- she read the letter, an then closed
up tighter'n a drum.
III hev sumpin' to ask fer FIN the
king afore two days says she, an III
get it, too"
"Chink-a-pin sot down an writ ar
answer to the princes letter, tied it to
the eagles leg, and let the big bird outen
the trap. Away it sailed up to'ards the
top o oil Squawkee. The prince, hun
grier thin ever, war layin' On his back,
wonderin' wat war gointer become o.
him, Wen the Of he eagle ON back to.
the dead pine, screechin' an screamin'
and maxim a great fuss.
He hain't ben ketched,' said the
Injin, with a groan.
The prince noticed that the eagle KEEP
a nIplin' an n racEIn' ovrn- Of III, Loo
and bimeby he see sumpin' white drop
pin down outen the tree. 1t come a zig
zaggin' an a shakin' down, an fell right
at Goggly's feet. He picked it up. It
WAS Chink-a-pin's letter, eZ follers:
DEAR GoouLY: Your'n received, an were glad
10 hear from ye. were 'feered mebby ye were
lost. 'Scuse haste an a bad pen, but I'm going
out to kill a fawn. I'll see ye t'morrow an tell
We all about 1t. Yer pap is well.
"Your'n lovinly, CmNK-A PIN.
'Crazier TINA bed bug on a boardin'
house cot!' yelled the prince, an he
clawed the ground an kicked. Tn a
gone Injin, and l mowt ez well git ready
to feed the crows
"Gungle- jib-goggle-eye rolled an
groaned an cussed his luck till long
to'ards moor the next day, an then he
Jumped up an, marchin' to the edge o
the gulch, made up his mind to end his
misery by jumpin' in. Jist as he were
gointer make the spring one O. the big
eagles come a sailin' up with n deer in
it's claws.
81 am n gointer climb that tree an
make a fight for some o that deerl' says
the prince, an he stepped back I'm the
gulch AN starts fer the tree. He had got
to the foot of the pine when heard a
shout, an, lookin' up, see sumpin' a
sidin' down the tree like a flash, an the
next second he was bein' Rugged an
kissed by Paw-paw-chink-a-pin The-cus-
tard-pie-that- hahn 't-got-no-fies-on-it The
eagles scared around an screeched fer
that gal two minutes afore were the
young deer the he eagle had carried to
the nest.
- Shot the fawn!' said Chink-a-pin
between hugs. Carried it home. Cut
it open. Cleaned it. Crawled inside.
Mother sewed it up. Stood the deer in
the woods. Eagle swooped down. Up
l go. an here l am. Left a letter for
yer pap, the king. Th'll be some one up
here to get us off o. here fore an hour,
an me an you'll move right inter that
wigwam o your'n, an it's me a tellin'
va soti